There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

Parenting is really just a matter of tracking, of hoping your kids do not get so far ahead you can no longer see their next moves.

That's because you've never been one. You haven't spent years wearing someone else's clothes, taking someone else's name, living in someone else's houses, and working someone else's job to fit in. And if you don't sell out, then you run away... proving you're the Gypsy they said you were all along.

Honey, Kate is not going to die sooner because you have one more glass of mine, or because you stay overnight in a hotel, or because you let yourself crack up at a bad joke. So sit your ass back down and turn up the volume and act like you're a normal person.

if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it's one thing if the missing two percent is, like, a fingernail. But when it's the heart, that's a whole different ball of wax.

I know you love me. The question is, how much?

What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?